Semua Bab Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Ciara's POV The photos hit the family group chat at 8:14 that morning. By noon, three board members had canceled meetings with Simon. By evening, everyone in the family had seen them. Me getting into Cain’s car, us at the gala... His hand on my waist outside the restaurant three nights ago. The way we looked at each other when we thought nobody was watching. Someone had been collecting pieces of us for a long time. I sat there with my hands in my lap, trying to keep them still while the photos kept scrolling on Aunt Linda’s tablet in the center of the table. Blurry but clear enough. Cain and me at the gala. His hand on my waist. My face tilted toward his. The angle made it look intimate. Too intimate. No one said the word affair. They didn’t need to. Father’s fork hovered over his plate. He hadn’t taken a bite in five minutes. Aunt Linda kept tapping the screen, zooming in on another angle. Natalia leaned back in her chair, lips pressed together like she was trying not

Ciara's POV The hospital room smelled... bad. I cringed my nose to block the pungent smell of antiseptic and fading flowers. Monitors beeped in a steady rhythm while mother lay in the bed, smaller than I remembered, her skin pale against the white sheets. Tubes ran into her arms and her breathing came shallow. We all knew it wouldn’t stay that way. I sat on one side of the bed. Cain on the other. Simon stood by the window, arms crossed, staring out at the city lights. Aunt Linda lingered near the door with father, both of them silent.The rest of the family and friends came and went in shifts, but right now it was just us. The ones who mattered most, or were hurting the most. Mother’s hand found mine, her cold fingers wrapped around my own. Then she reached for Cain’s hand too. He let her take it without hesitation. “Love is messy,” she whispered. Her voice cracked. “But don’t let it destroy you like it destroyed me.” Her eyes moved between us. Simon’s jaw tightened when Cain’s

Ciara's POV The house felt different after the funeral. I can't find the right words to describe it. It just felt... quieter? “Why did Mom had to leave us?” I muttered under my breath as I moved through the halls, careful not to make too much noise. Simon had been gone for three days and he hadn't seen it necessary to call or text his wife on his whereabouts. “I should just let him be. He may be grieving.” I muttered again. I just feel so alone. I haven't seen Cain since the funeral. it just felt like he packed his bag and disappeared. Or maybe, he doesn't have the audacity to see me, or the creativity to come up with a miserable explanation or a reason. So, Natalia was truly pregnant for him?! As I stepped into the living room, I saw a figure moving about. “Simon?” He turned. “Hi, babe.” Babe? I stepped closer. He didn't reek of whiskey smell and his eyes weren't bloodshot either. Wow, my mouth fell open in shock. I sniffed in the air. The only smell... scent I could

Ciara's POV The bedroom door stayed closed that night. I stood outside it for a long minute, my hands hovering over the knob, before I turned and walked down the hall to the guest room. I fell on the bed with an exhausted sigh and pulled the sheets up to my chin. Simon didn’t come looking for me. The next morning I found him in the kitchen, pouring coffee. He glanced up when I walked in. His eyes flicked to the guest room door behind me, then back to his mug. “You slept in there,” he said. “Yeah.” I reached for a cup. My fingers brushed his when I took the pot. He didn’t move away. Neither did I. “I needed space.” He nodded slowly and took a sip. “Space. Right.” I poured my coffee. “You want eggs?” he asked finally. “I can make some.” “I’m not hungry.” He set his mug down harder than necessary. “You’re never hungry lately. You barely eat. You barely talk. You barely look at me.” I turned to face him. “What do you want me to say, Simon? That everything’s fine? Th

Ciara's POV I left Cain without an answer partly because I was too scared. I stopped by the studio to get a work done. I stopped for lunch at Seraphine's and called Alice while at it. At the close of work, I did the most stupid, un-ciara-ly thing. I drove to Cain's hotel. The elevator dinged on the fourth floor. I stood there with my finger hovering over the button, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. The doors started to close. I stepped forward at the last second, slipping through before they shut. I moved down the quiet hallway. Room 407 was scribbled on a plain black door in gold numbers. I stared at them for too long. My hand shook when I raised it to knock. It opened before I could. Cain stood there, tie already loosened, top button undone. The room behind him was dim. He didn’t smile. “You came,” he said. “I shouldn’t have.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. I stepped inside anyway. The door clicked shut behind me. “This is stupid. I told mys